We are making memories. On Father’s Day I played in the sprinklers with my grandson. At one point he put his foot over the sprinkler and told Grandpa it was broken and could he please fix it. When Grandpa got real close, my grandson removed his foot and got Grandpa nice and wet. Very fun. My son got Steve a taser for Father’s Day. Believe it or not, each of my children and a grandson took a taser hit just see what it was like. Now that’s a memory! We also played croquet and badminton in the backyard and I realized that memories don’t have to be big trips, they can happen in the backyard. When loved ones are gathered, memories happen. We had a relaxing and joyful day. And Steve got 2 new hairy hats to wear!